Lady Gaga- Telephone Ft. Beyonce Lyrics & Video

“Telephone” is a song by American recording artist Lady Gaga from her second studio album The Fame Monster, featuring American R&B singer Beyoncé Knowles. Gaga originally wrote “Telephone” for Britney Spears; however, plans did not go through, and Gaga recorded the song herself, with Beyoncé as the featured vocalist.

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Lady Gaga- Telephone Lyrics:

[Lady Gaga]
Hello
Hello, baby; you called
I can't hear a thing
I have got no service in the club you say, say
Wa-wa-what did you say?
Huh?; You're breaking up on me
Sorry; I cannot hear you
I'm kinda busy
K-kinda busy
K-kinda busy
Sorry; I cannot hear you
I'm kinda busy

Just a second; it's my favorite song they're gonna play and I cannot text you with a drink in my hand, eh?
You shoulda made some plans with me; you knew that I was free
And now you won't stop calling me
I'm kinda busy

Stop callin', stop callin'; I don't wanna think anymore!; I left my head and my heart on the dance-floor
Stop callin'', stop callin; I don't wanna talk anymore!; I left my head and my heart on the dance-floor

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
I'm busy!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

Can call all you want but there's no one home and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sippin' that bub' and you're not gonna reach my telephone

Call when you want but there's no one home
and you're not gonna reach my telephone
Out in the club and I'm sippin' that bub' and you're not gonna reach my telephone

[Beyonce]
Boy, the way you blowin' up my phone won't make me leave no faster, put my coat on faster, leave my girls no faster.
I shoulda left my phone at home 'cause this is a disaster!
Callin' like a collector
Sorry: I cannot answer!

Not that I don't like you: I'm just at a party
And I am sick and tired of my phone ri-ringing
Sometimes I feel like I live in Grand Central Station
Tonight I'm not takin no calls 'cause I'll be dancin'
'Cause I'll be dancin'
'Cause I'll be dancin'
Tonight I'm not takin' no calls 'cause I'll be dancin!

Stop callin', stop callin'; I don't wanna think anymore!; I got my head and my heart on the dance-floor
Stop callin', stop callin'; I don't wanna talk anymore!; I got my head and my heart on the dance-floor

Stop callin', stop callin'; I don't wanna think anymore!; I got my head and my heart on the dance-floor
Stop callin', stop callin'; I don't wanna talk anymore; I got my head and my heart on the dance-floor

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
I'm busy!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

Can call all you want, but there's no one home
And you're not gonna reach my telephone
'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sippin' that bub'
And you're not gonna reach my telephone

Call when you want, but there's no one home
And you're not gonna reach my telephone!
'Cause I'm out in the club, and I'm sippin' that bub'
And you're not gonna reach my telephone, my telephone, mi-mi-mi, my telephone
'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sippin' that bub'
And you're not gonna reach my telephone
My telephone
Mi-mi-mi, my telephone
'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sippin that bub' and you're not gonna reach my telephone

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Plies - She Got It Made Lyrics & Video

Plies' new album GOON AFFILIATED is in stores and online NOW! The album includes the new bangas "She Got It Made", "Look Like" ft. Young Jeezy & Fabolous, "Kitty Kitty" ft. Trey songz, plus the smash hit "Becky"!

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Plies - She Got It Made Lyrics:

[Intro] 

I'm lookin' for one female, that I can turn into a spoiled bratt 

I wanna spoil you seven days a week 

[Chorus] 

I buy you Gucci and Prada 

And fly you all around the world 

Because you so much hotter 

Then all them other girls 

So when we rollin' on the eastside 

You coolin' wit' me 

And when you pull up in that new ride 

This is all they gon' say 

Damn right she got it goood (Damn right she got it good) 

Hell yeah she got it made (Hell yeah she got it made) X2 

[Verse 1] 

Millionaire like status, I can make yours the same 

Big cribs, nice whips, I can get it all arranged 

I can get your own chauffeur 

I can put you on a plane 

Clear stones, nice diamonds I can put 'em in ya ring 

Big rocks, flawless ice I can put it in ya chain 

Nice weight, nice hips I can put it on ya frame 

Buy you stocks, buy you bonds I can put it 'em in ya name 

If you like to ride candy I can put you in the paint 

If you like top shelf I can put it in ya drank 

If you need a lil' paper, I can put it in ya bank 

If you need a lil' sex I can drop it in ya tank 

If you eva get cold I can put you in a mink 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 2] 

I can make you everyday look like a big time model 

I can spoil you everyday and have you livin' unda water 

All five star suites we ain't doin' no remodels 

You ain't got to cook baby all you got to do is order 

If you eva wit' me, you ain't got to spend a quarter 

Own beautician baby all you got to do is call her 

Got a closet full of purses, everyone of 'em I done bought 'em 

Got ya teecup Yorkie just to match wit' ya Prada 

Wanna tear down bell hoppa? All you got to do is holla 

Let'chu act a lil' streeter, let'chu drink out of the bottle 

Send you on vacation wit' ya girls and ya momma 

Wanna stay a whole month? You can stay as long as you wanna 

[Chorus]